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Excerpt: Hunted Fate by Jennifer Derrick

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Title: Hunted Fate (Threads of the Moirae, #3)

Author: Jennifer Derrick

Published by: Clean Teen Publishing

Publication date: July 24th 2017

Genres:Mythology, Romance, Young Adult

About the book:

Alex and Atropos have taken refuge at an abandoned mountain resort compound. Atropos is a wanted woman in hiding, and the downtime with her soul mate is a nice change of pace. But the peace will be short-lived. The authorities are after her for her role in the attack on the city of Charlotte. Zeus has put a bounty on her head. There’s also a war to prepare for—and if she wins, the gods will be deposed once and for all. But first she needs to track down Gaia, and even that won’t be simple. Gaia resides at the bottom of the ocean, and the humans and gods are already hot on Atropos’ trail…

A heart-pounding romantic adventure where Greek mythology and modern-day life collide, Hunted Fate is the third book in the epic Threads of the Moirae series by Jennifer Derrick.Excerpt:

“We need whoever provides security around here. Or Hades. They’re
bound to be the ones who can open this. If we can find them, we can drag them
down here and slap their hand on this thing to get it open,” Alex says.

“We need another
way,” Sara says, shaking her head. “We haven’t seen a single person since we
got here. It’s too time consuming to track them down. And we’ll never get
Hades.”

“Anyone know of any
other ways to crack a palm plate?” I ask.

“Short of finding a
valid fingerprint and going through an awful lot of steps to create a fake
finger, the only other way is to break down the software controlling it,” Alex
says.

“Are any of you
hackers?”

Alex raises his
hand.

“You can hack this?”
I ask. “I didn’t know you were a hacker.”

“I’m not. But there
isn’t a lot to do when you’re stuck at home with a terminal disease or trapped
in a crappy boarding school. I taught myself a few things, made a few online
friends who were a little shady. Depending on how sophisticated the software
is, I might be able to crack it.”

“Would it be
controlled from the computer out front?”

“It might be. Or it
might be controlled from a central server that’s who knows where. No way to
know without looking,” he says.

“That computer is
password protected. If you try to force it, you may set off alarms.”

“Then I’ll have to
be careful,” he says, heading back to the lobby.

We follow and gather
around the desk while he works. The keys clack under his fingers as he mutters
instructions to himself.

“Okay, I’m in the
system,” he says. “While I’m here, I’m going to shut down those security
cameras. No need for everyone to know where we are.”

The TV feed blinks
and is gone.

He keeps typing and
clicking and muttering. The rest of us sit down on the floor and wait. There’s
nothing we can do.

“Huh. That could be
tricky,” he says.

“What?” I ask,
getting up and going around the desk so I can see his screen. Not that the
gibberish there means squat to me.

“The system that
controls the fingerprint scanners also controls the card locks. Worse, it’s not
separated by floor. I’m not good enough to bring down only one piece of the
system. It’s all or nothing.”

“What’s the problem?”
I ask.

“It means that the
only thing standing between us and whatever is behind those cell doors is the
hope that none of them try the doors. If the inmates figure out the doors are
open, then security will be the least of our problems. All of them could walk
right out of here.”

“Do it,” I tell him.
“It’s not like we’ll be broadcasting the locks are down. No one will notice.
Hopefully.”

“Okay,” he says and
goes back to pounding on the keys.

After a few minutes,
the computer beeps and Alex pushes away from it.

“Done,” he says.

The words are barely
out of his mouth when a series of small pops echoes around the room. They sound
like they’re both surrounding us and simultaneously heading away from us.

“Aw, shit,” I say. “The
locks. We forgot they make noise! We are idiots. Come on,” I say, racing for
the doors on the right.

We slam through the
doors and pull up in front of door number four. No one is coming into the hall
yet. I’m hoping the inmates think it’s a trap and are too intimidated to try
their doors. Either that or they didn’t hear the locks release. Please, just let me get out of here before
hell literally opens, I think.

Jennifer is a freelance writer and novelist. As a freelancer, she writes everything from technical manuals to articles on personal finance and European-style board games. Her interest in storytelling began when she was six and her parents gave her a typewriter for Christmas and agreed to pay her $.01 per page for any stories she churned out. Such a loose payment system naturally led to a lot of story padding. Broken Fate, her first novel, earned her $2.80 from her parents.

Jennifer lives in North Carolina and, when not writing, can often be found reading, trawling the shelves at the library, playing board games, watching sports, camping, running marathons, and playing with her dog. You can visit her at her official website:www.JenniferDerrick.com.